We went to Coney Island the other day and despite the fact that it was closed I managed to get some fun photos. It was empty and shrouded in fog which gave it a decidedly dystopian feel; the wind pushed the sand onto the boardwalk, making it seem like a forgotten place. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I set out for Coney Island with my camera, but I’m very happy to have happened upon it this way.
It’s been a week now since our return to the United States. I hear me missed a cold snap in Amsterdam that’s been nothing shy of miserable. When we landed in New York (by way of Madrid) we were dressed for the cold that we’d grown accustomed to in Amsterdam and found ourselves with the immediate need to shed layers. We dropped off our luggage, redressed for the weather and headed out to find food (and some much needed whiskey); as it were, that’s all we had the energy for and we spent our night in New York city trying to recover from a long day of travel.
It’s been a week now and I’m having a hard time adjusting to the time difference. I’ve traveled extensively and usually right my jet lag in a day or two, but despite the fact that I’m nine hours behind, my body will not give up on the belief that I’m still in Amsterdam.